All About Me

Mrs Idle shared a slideshow with us so that we could each make one slide to tell about ourselves. We had to say our name and some of our favourite activities and foods, but we couldn't say what our birthday is or your siblings name etc. Here it is:

Danger Game

Deakyn and I have made a stop motion animation about someone who got sucked into an arcade game. By doing this I have got better at making the characters move more realistically. To watch it hit the arrow keys to move from slide to slide. Here is the animation:

Cycling Writing

In Room Five we have been learning to describe using present tense. After the police sent someone to our school to teach us how to safe cycle, we wrote how it felt like on one of the courses. Here it is:

I speed off with a roaring start, ready to turn. I turn and zig-zag past everything like I have rockets on. Pulling on the brakes, I turn sharply, followed by a burst of air. It feels as if I am taking off like a mini plane. Back down in a short second, just in time to put on the brakes once more for the the next jump. This time though, I get no air, just go up and then a split second later, down again just to turn for the third time. I zig-zag again, but half way through I feel a bumpy massage just before the other half of the zig-zags. I screech to a stop, right at the back of the line, waiting for my next turn.

My second time round is different. I notice everything more. When I push off I turn and twist through the orange, small, cones. I turn slowly so I have plenty of time to get ready for the wooden plank. I speed over it to decrease the chances of falling off the ramp. I turn again, this time with hardly any time to get ready for the next wooden plank. This one is heavier and I go up and then right back down, still on top of the plank. I turn just in time for the second pair of orange cones. This time though there is a ladder halfway through and it feels very nice and bumpy.  After the ladder I finish the rest of the zig-zags and speed back into line, ready for the next one, but I soon realize that is the last time I can do it.  

Summer Poem

In Room Five we are learning to write poems. We read a poem writing by MARCI RIDLON. We had to start every new poem with saying "Remember that time when" and they always ended with "That was summer." Here it is.

Summer

Remember that time

when you jumped into the water

fully dressed and it felt like

a half heated pool

with rocks?

Remember how you clambered out,

swaying back and forth

because of the weight?

That was summer.

Remember that time

when you were in the

bush and you had

heaps of hook grass

on your pants?

Remember how the

buzzing and the

water trickling sounded?

That was summer.

Remember that time

when someone or

something pushed you

in the water without you knowing?

Remember how you felt as you fell through the air,

angry (but not really) because

you were going to jump in anyway

and when you hit the water it felt nice?

That was summer.

Being a Successful Learner in Awahono School

In Room Five we have been working on a slideshow showing how to be a successful learner in our school. Each one of Room Five worked on their own slide, showing what they think is being a good learner. When I was finished I took a screenshot of my finished slide. Here it is.